Serenity's POV
I woke up the next morning in the Library with my solution to fly.
I rushed out of the Library quicker than a normal human excited to try flying again.
I had found the reason why getting of the ground in the Training room was so difficult. There was no updraft for me, which birds used to soar to the sky. All I needed was a powerful heater. Cold air falls, hot air rises so do bird girls.
After finding a suitable heater in the janitor's office (which is more like a huge janitor closet) I heaved it up to the Training room. Setting the heater in the dead center of the Training room I turned it up to high hoping it wouldn't melt the floor.
Okay here it goes. I thought sprinting to my home made 'updraft'. I jumped over the heat shooting to the ceiling getting deadly close to it. With one down stroke I was out of the path of heat, flying slowly but steadily to the wall.
Pulling my left wing slowly up like I had seen the birds in the video do I banked right setting my course around the heater. I only really had to glide, instinctively flapping once in a while to keep altitude. There was one problem:
How the hell was I supposed to get down?
Yes my speed was slow but I could still kill myself landing. I had never really seen the birds land, I had fallen asleep before that part, aka I was sort of screwed.
I circled the Training room trying to figure out how to land. I could one) risk the chance and land on the ground, two) try to land on the bleachers, three) grab onto something to land on or four) keep flying until I drop with exhaustion.
None of those options really appealed to me because all of them I had a one out of a hundred chance at surviving. Shit!
I heard the sound of the door opening; another plan sprang up in my mind.
"Ms. Parker!" I yelled as the woman appeared. She looked up, a mixture of shock and wonder filled her face.
"I know, I know, I'm flying. Although I have a problem, I can't or won't land. I need you to get rid of the heater and put some mats out for me to land on." I called down.
Ms. Parker nodded getting to work. I kept circling, wishing that she could go faster. I was getting tired fast; I could already feel the strain on my wings.
Ms. Parker moved back after five minutes, half of the gym floor covered in mats. I angled myself downward, ready for the impact of landing.
I toke a breath letting myself drop. I snapped my wings out at last minute landing on my feet. To keep inertia from plowing me into the ground I tried running to a stop.
But God forbid that the first landing would be simple.
I tripped tumbling head over heels on the mats. The wall stopped me; my back was on the wall, my shoulders were on the ground, my legs were hanging awkwardly in front of me and my wings were tangled up in a volleyball net.
I smiled at Ms. Parker giving her thumbs up. I looked at the stop watch hanging around my neck. Fifteen minutes and nine seconds, a personal record!
Ms. Parker helped me up, untangling my wings from the net. I sat down taking a long drink from my water bottle. Ms. Parker was so impressed she didn't say anything; she just smiled at my job well done.
"That was cool." I breathed looking up at the roof, "Even though we're indoors I could picture the wind in my hair. I can see why man has always dreamed of flying."
I stood up folding my wings in. As I walked out I grabbed my jacket."
"Were are yous going?" Ms. Parker asked.
"The Library."
"Whys the libraries dearie?"
I smiled turning to the nurse, "I have to watch some more videos. I still need to research how to fly; watching birds land will teach me how to. Any way it's the best thing I've got to work with." I beamed.
Ms. Parker nodded. "Why do you ask?" I asked.
"I thoughts you weres going to sees that boy." Ms. Parker said.
"What boy?" I asked confused. "I believes his names is Jeff." Ms. Parker said.
I turned to hide my blush. Oh geez she needed to bring that up.
"Why would you think that?"
"You seems to likes him. I've seens the ways you looks at him dearie. Do yous have a crush on hims?"
"No!" I said abruptly.
Ms. Parker smiled as I left, my face buried in my leather jacket.
I didn't like him; Jeff was a friend, just a friend. But a little voice told me I liked him. Did I? Well…he probably didn't like me!
How embarrassing.
Max's POV
I tried not to worry about Serenity's disappearance too much. She hadn't come back to the dorm last night and she wasn't there this morning either but like I said, I'm trying not to worry about her.
I found Iggy on our roof hangout, turning a grey cylinder over in his hands, sightlessly staring at the sky. He sat in thought; some times I wish I could read minds.
"Hey Ig, what's up?" I asked. Iggy shrugged, "Nothin' much." He answered.
I sat beside him crossing my legs. "Your silence is telling me other wise. You okay?" I asked.
"It's nothing okay." Iggy said turning away from me. He sounded embarrassed.
"You know you can tell me Iggy. I won't laugh." I said.
"How many times do I have to tell you it's nothing?!" Iggy snapped turning back to me. He was blushing, something was defiantly up.
"Iggy I'm not blind, you're blushing. It is not 'nothing'."
He didn't say anything, clearly embarrassed, still blushing.
"Is it a girl?" I asked.
"No! What makes you think that!?" Iggy's blush got darker.
"Uh your tone, the deep red blush on your face just to name a few. Iggy you can tell me." I said putting a hand on his back.
"I…ah…I…um." Iggy stumbled his blush going even deeper. It looked like a red stain on a white t-shirt; I never thought his skin could go red like that, since his skin was so white.
"I think I like a girl." Iggy said trying to make himself smaller. That doesn't help if you're like, six foot four.
"As a friend?" "No." Iggy said bluntly.
Oh… "Ig, there's nothing wrong with that." I said. "Who is it?"
Ig blushed even more hiding his face in his knees.
"Iggy."
Iggy brought his face up glancing in my direction. He didn't want to tell me.
"Come on, I swear I won't laugh." I said.
Iggy mumbled something. "Ig, I can't hear you." I said.
"I…, I'm in love with your room mate.
Sorry if that wasn't the kind of way the characters would act, I had difficulty with this chapter
White Wing: Even though it's so short
Okay, shut up you!
White Wing: Are you telling yourself to shut up?
No! I used my penname for your name, now shut up!
White Wing: What are you going to do if I don't?
This! (computer almost lands on White Wing)
White Wing: What the hell was that for?
I told you to shut up so be quite!
(Neofreak and Logan enter story)
Logan: Waz up?
White Wing: The sky (anvil falls on Logan)
Neofreak: 0.0… ah what's going on?
White Wing: The All Mighty Author is angry at me
Flattery doesn't work idiot
Neofreak: Is this because of the kid who called you racist?
Maybe…
White Wing: Someone called you racist?
Yes, and I'm ready to throw a basketball at his head! I'm not a racist damnit!
White Wing: Are you sure? (Tank falls from the sky)
Every one is invited to White Wing's funeral
Neofreak: You killed White Wing!!
At least she can't bug me anymore! ^.^
Neofreak: Screw you! (jumps out of computer screen, with humungous anime sword)
OH JESUS, LORD ALMIGHTY HELP ME!!!! (hope I didn't offend anyone)
THE END
(for now)